Once there was a king,
In a land far, far away
long, long time ago
popular he was, worshipped by many
the king changed a law, to much fanfare
nobody will draw water from the wells in buckets,
only steel glasses to be used to draw water.
People were storing excess water in buckets,
And the law will stop it, the king reasoned
And his ministers and fans, hailed him.
Soon, things got ugly, for everyone was busy
Standing in queues for hours, with glasses to fill
The citizens drew more and used less, as panic was around
The wells soon ran out
Even the river which supported the wells dried out
And now, people lost their cool.
Altercations turned into fights, and then into riots
Chaos here, chaos there, confusion everywhere
As everyone was in queues, everything came to a halt
No agriculture, no production and no productive work around
The loss of lives, mattered little to the king,
he was in a dream, praised by his own men.
He ordered the use of tube-wells, but they were few
The tribals and poor, begging for a drop
Problems grew, retreat no option
The suffering of people and the loss to economy, considered mere numbers
People minimised their water usage,
no shower, it all became stinky
water being hoarded in glasses, but not to be used
the king didn’t admit his mistake, arrogance and ego profound
the country stopped, in line it was, to a major disaster
nothing I can do, I am in a queue for starters.